Yup. I prefer Hamilton to Rice. Rice is sooooo "gothier than thou" in tone (i.e. prententiousnless are us!). She never allows one to actually descend into the story, always waving her "I am an AU-thor!" flag in your nose.
Poppy Brite is also exquisite (wink wink, nudge nudge), so is Kaitlyn Kiernan, though both are well versed in homoeroticism and overall wierdness (gee..must be why I like them.
). Another good one, and hilariously camp, is the saga of blonde waitress Sookie Stackhouse and her vampire boyfriend Bill, by Charlaine Harris. Vamps and trailer trash in southern Louisiana. You have to love it! I know I do!
Lastly, try the adventures of Vicky Nelson, PI, Henry Fitzroy...the undead bastard son of Henry VIII. HE writes romance novels now. "Why is it that people have so much less difficulty with the fact that I'm a vampire, than they do with my being a male who writes bodice rippers?" These are by Tanya Huff, and take on (in order) demons, werewolves (In Ottawa!), a mummy, a "frankenstein's monster" and ghosts.